King Of Da South

(Album: Trap Muzik - 2003)

[Verse One]
I been a menace to society
Since when?
Since menace to society
Still refused to become a legitimate citizen quietly
Felt like my labor hiding me
But here I am anyway
I might be back to slanging grams any day
And if this record flop
Well I'll be--back
Wit' a bomb of heart
Wit' C-Rod and the squad
This whole industry's a façade
Man this ain't real life
Half these rappers don't know what sacrifice feel like
Man these niggaz is all hype
Not even rapping on real mics
They just get high and say whatever the fuck they feel like
They make me feel like busting these niggaz one at a time
And I'm still outbusting these niggaz
Hoe pick a rhyme

[Chorus]
Ay, what these other niggaz talking
I don't believe that shit
I'm the king 'cause I said it
And I mean that shit
Ay, what's so special 'bout him
Ay, he ain't all that shit
I set the city in fire
Have you seen that shit?
Ay, what these other niggaz talking
I don't believe that shit
I'm the king 'cause I said it
And I mean that shit
Ay, what's the big deal about him?
He ain't even that shit
I set the city on fire
Have you seen that shit?

[Verse Two]
It's only five rappers outta Atlanta who busting
And I'm one of 'em
The other four, you know who you are
But if you gotta think twice
Well shawty you ain't nice
Regardless of your publishing deal
You can't write
I'm the best thing left blowing breath on the mic
The king of the south
Nothing else will suffice
You wanna bet?
Well put yo' budget up
Match the price
Me and you like putting matches to ice
You won't make it
Before I had a deal
I was still butt naked
God signed this, like keeping' the Lord's promise
The truth nigga
Like Beenie's first LP
You can do a song with N'Sync
And couldn't outsell me
I'm a legend in my own time
A prophet in my own rhymes
A king wit' a concubine

[Chorus]

Niggaz like you, a dime a dozen
They come and go
So why I'm running now
And I ain't never run before
Grab choppers, cock 'em and blow
Stopping the show
Bet or owe 'em, dropping the hoes
You just keep watching the door
Pop 'em, watch 'em drop to the floor
Fluff his pockets and go
Put a quarter block on his nose
And a glock in his clothes
He can keep his watches and gold
For his momma to hold
She'll be there buying the hoes
Before the drama unfolds
They know shawty outta control
Got me hot as a stove
Putting holes in yo' Girbaud
Wetting up yo' polos
44's and Callico's
a black and a chrome
letting loose and splacking your dome
hopping back in the Brougham
known for kicking in yo' door
waving gats in yo' home
clearing it out
I'm sorry I ain't hearing you out
You hearing about
The squad pumping Fe in your heart
Because you know sacrifice
Was near and dear to your heart

[Chorus]

[talking]
Ay, my niggaz
Y'all already know what it is
T-I-P, Grand Hustle, Pimp Squad
For life nigga
Sanchez on the beat, dig this man
I'ma keep it always pimping
I'm staying down
Y'all niggaz gone send yo' demos in
Get cha little motherfucking deal
Go sell records
Nigga I got houses, I got blow, I got dro
Nigga I got hoes, nigga I got property nigga
What you wanna do nigga?
Fuck y'all niggaz
Come see about me if you don't like it
King of da God damn south
Rubberband man in this bitch
Uh, oh, oh